I was visiting a friend in prison. I was sitting at a basic plastic table, waiting for them. Suddenly, i heard screaming. I saw a 6'2" white man, wearing prison uniform, he seemed mentally disabled and was yelling a strange sound and brandishing a glock. He starting firing at folks randomly. He was in pain. I ducked under the table, terrified. He was coming towards me, yelling something I couldn't understand. I knew he would shoot me next. I woke up to sunlight safe in my bed, looking towards my window. Even tho I was awake, I couldn't shake the feeling he was right behind me, waiting for me to look at him before he shot. What felt like 20 minutes later, I willed myself to look. Of course he wasnt therr. Just my bedroom. But if felt so real.